Clairah Renea- French nurse this poster is used to persuade the men of France to join the army.
it shows soldiers with an angel pointing them in the direction of the war.
I, Clairah Renea, am a French nurse in WWI.
This is my boyfriend.
This is my family. I have no brothers or sisters, I am an only child.
Clairah Renea’s Blog 12/10/1914
I am Clairah Renea and I am 17 years old. I have been a nurse for about a year now, but this is the first time I've been at a hospital taking care of wounded soldiers. Every day here is the same, ambulances coming and going; leaving the wounded and going to gather more. My boyfriend, Pip Clearwater, is in the war and is fighting for France with Britain and Russia. We are fighting the pushy and horrible Germans, who stole our land in which my mother and father lived. They now live with me and Pip in my cramped, stuffy house. The Germans are not alone though, they are accompanied by the Italians and Austia-Hungary. At first all of the men coming in and out with unbearable wounds made me nauzeas. I had never dreamed anything like what happened to them could be possible. After a few days of working I began to grow immune of the nauzea.
A man came in today; he was shot in the arm by a German sniper. He wasn't crying when he came in like i know i would have. He was a soldier, tough and brave. Looking at him made me grateful that my own boyfriend had not come here. I pray that one day this horrible war will end.
Yours Truly, Clairah Renea
Clairah Renea's blog 12/12/1914
Today was another normal day at the hospital; except for one thing . Pip came to visit me today. He said that his group had been given a few hours to themselves because some of the new guys showed up today. It was their first days and I knew that this had to be alot for them to handle. Pip works in the trenches with his friends, Pierre and Nigel. They have been away for what seems like forever. On June 30th is when Pip went to the army and I started working at the hospital a week later. I couldn't stand to be so far away from him for so long. When I saw him I was eating my lunch. I dropped everything and ran to him. He was happy to see me too. I had to work all day today and I had seen far too many wounded soldiers for one person to see in a life time. I had started to get the hang of having to hurry to do anything so I tried my hardest to go as fast as I could with as much accuracy as I could. I'm actually pretty good at it though. I knew that if my Pip was here I would want him healed as soon as possible, but I hope that day never comes.
sincerely,
Clairah Renea Clairah’s Blog12/16/1914 its 9 days until Christmas and I still don’t know if I’ll be able to see Pip or not.He said that things have gotten worse in the trenches and that he has to stay in the trenches for a long time.They have lost 20 men in the last 2 days due to bombs and poison gases being sent over from the other side.He lost his friend Nigel yesterday.He was shot in the leg and he bled to death before they could get him to the hospital.My friend, Betty Longsteen, just found out that she is going to have a baby.Her husband, Rick Longsteen, is also in the war.He is a Russian pilot.She will have to take off work after 6 months.When that happens she doesn’t know how she’s going to make enough money to support her and the baby because she will be out of work for almost 5 months.I am planning on letting her move in with me for the time being. Sincerely, Clairah Renea
Clairah Renea's blog 12/24/1914
It is Christmas Eve and I have just found out that Pip will not be with me for Christmas. He is just about a mile away but, it seems so far. I wish he could be here. I'm going to make the best of it though. I am on my way now with Betty to visit both of our families. We just left her mother and father's house this morning. Rick could not come with us either. We are getting close to my mother's house now. I remember this field where my mother would bring me to play with my childhood friends. Its not far from the house. We would walk here on warm days it was so close. Betty's parents were so happy to see her that they cried. I never knoew this about Betty but she has 8 brothers and sisters. I was amazed that all 12 of us fit into the small living room that her parents had. We stayed the night at her parents house and then this morning at six o'clock sharp we were back out on the road. I wrote Pip a letter yeasterday and sent it out. I don't know when he'll get it, but I hope it's soon. I miss him alot and I hope that he is okay. I don't know whats going on there and that worries me.
Sincerely,
Clairah Renea
Pip's letter to Clairah
Dear Clairah,
I miss you alot. I hope you are okay. Things are the same here, alot of shooting and men being hurt, but don't worry, I'm fine. Yesterday it rained and we were in knee deep mud. It was not very helpful when having to dodge bullets and trying to move around. Pierre asks about you sometimes, just to make sure that you are okay. I think it's just to make conversation, but it's the thought that counts. I wish I could be with you on Christmas, but the general won't let any one go. 'We've lost too many men to let any one go home' he says. I just wish I could see you on Christmas. How's Betty doing? How are things going in the hospital?
Write me back soon, please.
Love You,
Pip
Clairah's Response to Pip
Pip,
I miss you too. I'm so glad you wrote me, I was becoming worried. Tell Pierre that I said 'hi' and thanks for the consern. Christmas wasn't the same without you, but it's okay for when this war is over we'll have many Christmases together. Betty is doing well. She moved in with her parents. She writes every once in a while, so we keep in touch. Things in the hospital are the same as usual, very fast paced, and like you said, men being hurt. We've had 3 men die from poison gas in the last 2 days. So please be careful for me. I have just fond out that I am pregnant, and you are going to be a daddy. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I'm hoping a boy.
Love you always,
Clairah
Clairah's blog 1-9-1914 12:30 p.m. Dear diary,
The war is finally over! We got back our land, Alsace and Loraine, which means my parents got their house back. There's people in the street dancing and singing tunes of the war's end, but I do not feel the joy that they do. I won't until my beloved Pip is back. I read the letter he wrote me every night, wishing he was here and not in the war. It will all be back to normal soon though, for the war is over and Pip will be coming home to me, and our soon to be born child. Well there is someone at the door, I will continue writing later.
Clairah.
Clairah's Final blog 1-9-1914 12:48 p.m.
I will never be happy again. When I answered the door I expected it to be one of the dreadful drunken men in the street inviting me out to the festive streets, but what I saw was my worse nightmare. Two men in their military suits stood on my doorstep with mournful looks on their faces. There was only one thing that they could be here for, thats when they handed me the letter and Pip's badges. Pip was killed in the war. He was carrying one of his men back to the base for he had been shot in the leg and could not walk, and one of those horrible German snipers got him. By the time they got Pip to the hospital it was too late. I wasn't there when they brought him in. They had already told me to go home, that the war was over. Pip was killed 2 days ago. He had earned 3 badges while in the war and died helping one of his men. I was proud of Pip's bravery and loyalty, but that did not cover up the bleeding hole where my heart used to be. The funeral will be at the army base in two days. I will not love anyone else, but will always love Pip. I thought that the war was over and I would be with him again, but now all I have left of him is his badges, picture, and memories.
Broken hearted,
Clairah
it shows soldiers with an angel pointing them in the direction of the war.
I, Clairah Renea, am a French nurse in WWI.
This is my boyfriend.
This is my family. I have no brothers or sisters, I am an only child.
The Entente!!!
Britain France Russia
The Triple Alliance
Germany, Austria-Hungary, Italy
Clairah Renea’s Blog 12/10/1914
I am Clairah Renea and I am 17 years old. I have been a nurse for about a year now, but this is the first time I've been at a hospital taking care of wounded soldiers. Every day here is the same, ambulances coming and going; leaving the wounded and going to gather more. My boyfriend, Pip Clearwater, is in the war and is fighting for France with Britain and Russia. We are fighting the pushy and horrible Germans, who stole our land in which my mother and father lived. They now live with me and Pip in my cramped, stuffy house. The Germans are not alone though, they are accompanied by the Italians and Austia-Hungary. At first all of the men coming in and out with unbearable wounds made me nauzeas. I had never dreamed anything like what happened to them could be possible. After a few days of working I began to grow immune of the nauzea.
A man came in today; he was shot in the arm by a German sniper. He wasn't crying when he came in like i know i would have. He was a soldier, tough and brave. Looking at him made me grateful that my own boyfriend had not come here. I pray that one day this horrible war will end.
Yours Truly,
Clairah Renea
Clairah Renea's blog 12/12/1914
Today was another normal day at the hospital; except for one thing . Pip came to visit me today. He said that his group had been given a few hours to themselves because some of the new guys showed up today. It was their first days and I knew that this had to be alot for them to handle. Pip works in the trenches with his friends, Pierre and Nigel. They have been away for what seems like forever. On June 30th is when Pip went to the army and I started working at the hospital a week later. I couldn't stand to be so far away from him for so long. When I saw him I was eating my lunch. I dropped everything and ran to him. He was happy to see me too. I had to work all day today and I had seen far too many wounded soldiers for one person to see in a life time. I had started to get the hang of having to hurry to do anything so I tried my hardest to go as fast as I could with as much accuracy as I could. I'm actually pretty good at it though. I knew that if my Pip was here I would want him healed as soon as possible, but I hope that day never comes.
sincerely,
Clairah Renea
Clairah’s Blog 12/16/1914
its 9 days until Christmas and I still don’t know if I’ll be able to see Pip or not. He said that things have gotten worse in the trenches and that he has to stay in the trenches for a long time. They have lost 20 men in the last 2 days due to bombs and poison gases being sent over from the other side. He lost his friend Nigel yesterday. He was shot in the leg and he bled to death before they could get him to the hospital. My friend, Betty Longsteen, just found out that she is going to have a baby. Her husband, Rick Longsteen, is also in the war. He is a Russian pilot. She will have to take off work after 6 months. When that happens she doesn’t know how she’s going to make enough money to support her and the baby because she will be out of work for almost 5 months. I am planning on letting her move in with me for the time being.
Sincerely,
Clairah Renea
Clairah Renea's blog 12/24/1914
It is Christmas Eve and I have just found out that Pip will not be with me for Christmas. He is just about a mile away but, it seems so far. I wish he could be here. I'm going to make the best of it though. I am on my way now with Betty to visit both of our families. We just left her mother and father's house this morning. Rick could not come with us either. We are getting close to my mother's house now. I remember this field where my mother would bring me to play with my childhood friends. Its not far from the house. We would walk here on warm days it was so close. Betty's parents were so happy to see her that they cried. I never knoew this about Betty but she has 8 brothers and sisters. I was amazed that all 12 of us fit into the small living room that her parents had. We stayed the night at her parents house and then this morning at six o'clock sharp we were back out on the road. I wrote Pip a letter yeasterday and sent it out. I don't know when he'll get it, but I hope it's soon. I miss him alot and I hope that he is okay. I don't know whats going on there and that worries me.
Sincerely,
Clairah Renea
Pip's letter to Clairah
Dear Clairah,
I miss you alot. I hope you are okay. Things are the same here, alot of shooting and men being hurt, but don't worry, I'm fine. Yesterday it rained and we were in knee deep mud. It was not very helpful when having to dodge bullets and trying to move around. Pierre asks about you sometimes, just to make sure that you are okay. I think it's just to make conversation, but it's the thought that counts. I wish I could be with you on Christmas, but the general won't let any one go. 'We've lost too many men to let any one go home' he says. I just wish I could see you on Christmas. How's Betty doing? How are things going in the hospital?
Write me back soon, please.
Love You,
Pip
Clairah's Response to Pip
Pip,
I miss you too. I'm so glad you wrote me, I was becoming worried. Tell Pierre that I said 'hi' and thanks for the consern. Christmas wasn't the same without you, but it's okay for when this war is over we'll have many Christmases together. Betty is doing well. She moved in with her parents. She writes every once in a while, so we keep in touch. Things in the hospital are the same as usual, very fast paced, and like you said, men being hurt. We've had 3 men die from poison gas in the last 2 days. So please be careful for me. I have just fond out that I am pregnant, and you are going to be a daddy. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but I'm hoping a boy.
Love you always,
Clairah
Clairah's blog 1-9-1914 12:30 p.m.
Dear diary,
The war is finally over! We got back our land, Alsace and Loraine, which means my parents got their house back. There's people in the street dancing and singing tunes of the war's end, but I do not feel the joy that they do. I won't until my beloved Pip is back. I read the letter he wrote me every night, wishing he was here and not in the war. It will all be back to normal soon though, for the war is over and Pip will be coming home to me, and our soon to be born child. Well there is someone at the door, I will continue writing later.
Clairah.
Clairah's Final blog 1-9-1914 12:48 p.m.
I will never be happy again. When I answered the door I expected it to be one of the dreadful drunken men in the street inviting me out to the festive streets, but what I saw was my worse nightmare. Two men in their military suits stood on my doorstep with mournful looks on their faces. There was only one thing that they could be here for, thats when they handed me the letter and Pip's badges. Pip was killed in the war. He was carrying one of his men back to the base for he had been shot in the leg and could not walk, and one of those horrible German snipers got him. By the time they got Pip to the hospital it was too late. I wasn't there when they brought him in. They had already told me to go home, that the war was over. Pip was killed 2 days ago. He had earned 3 badges while in the war and died helping one of his men. I was proud of Pip's bravery and loyalty, but that did not cover up the bleeding hole where my heart used to be. The funeral will be at the army base in two days. I will not love anyone else, but will always love Pip. I thought that the war was over and I would be with him again, but now all I have left of him is his badges, picture, and memories.
Broken hearted,
Clairah